Vanishing Futures

Vanishing futures   I moved studio to my back bedroom in March, and since then I have painted 3 works, sold four, and massively improved my sourdough skills to the point of adequacy. It's been an interesting time, our daily walks in the evening taking us through the urban woodland of unbuildable land and allotments … Continue reading Vanishing Futures

On this day…..

  Today, let us remember with humility that we are celebrating the defeat not of a nation, but of the ascendancy of an idea. Let us be shamed that we had to fight this war, that we allowed the rise of an ideology based on hatred, based on the idea that not all humans are … Continue reading On this day…..

Reflections on a memory

Last year I stumbled across the old Guest & Chrimes steelworks in Rotherham, part demolished in a wasteland behind the football ground. The site has inspired a number of paintings, and the first of these is Reflections on a memory. The painting is intended as a comment on the sense of loss and isolation that … Continue reading Reflections on a memory

The road we walked before

The world I grew up in was very different. Pre Reagan and Thatcher, shocked by the extremities of the 1939-45 conflict, and still remembering prewar economic depression, it seemed there was a consensus about the social duty of the State. Working, health and housing conditions were on the rise, as was disposable income. It was … Continue reading The road we walked before

The Wasteland of Your Desires

I viewed the news that the Republicans were threatening to withdraw from the Paris Accord  and dismantle or scrap the Environmental Protection Agency with some alarm, and more than a hint of concern about what this might mean. Of course, I understand these are moted actions, and yet to become real, and I understand that … Continue reading The Wasteland of Your Desires

Returning to rust

The decision to create a particular painting is a complex process. What am I trying to say; what is the best composition to get the point across without either labouring it, or drifting so far into the realms of the obscure that meaning becomes lost; how big should it be; is paint even the right … Continue reading Returning to rust